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slothgiirl · 2 years

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The Giving Dream

morpheus x reader. no use of y/n. smut. fucking w feelings. overstimulation. roughish. raw aka unedited w a dash of spelling mistakes probs. service top!dream.

“Lay back,” Morpheus states in a tone that brokers no argument. The self assurance of a King was clear though he never raised his voice. He appeared even more incandescent than usual in your bedroom. You see the night sky in the lining of his coat as it fans out around him, his pale skin practically glowing.

You could see a chair piled high with clothes from the corner of your eye.

He runs his hands down your sides. His touch is a gentle caress. Morpheus hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your silky shorts and tugs them down.

You’re not wearing anything underneath.

In a mesh black bra that’s sheer, ribbons crossing over your rib cage from the band, you feel more bare than if you had been naked. It was the dark look in Morpheus’ eyes. Your entire body flushed, nipples hard.

He made you feel seen.

It’s a heady feeling that goes right to your core, knowing you held all of the Dream Lord’s attention.

The shorts pool at your ankles.

“Must I repeat myself,” Morpheus asks with his usual brand of arrogance which was infuriating, but in these circumstances, incredibly hot.

There was mirth in those glacier blue eyes.

He knows you well.

“No,” you shake your head, leaning forward, your hands on his chest. “My lord,” you whisper sultry near his ear, before sucking on his earlobe.

His breath hitches.

Then you lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows: your feet hang off the bed.

Anticipation curls your toes.

Holding your gaze with his fathomless eyes, Morpheus sinks to his knees. In a fluid motion, he discards his coat, leaving him in a black t-shirt. His arms are all corded muscle.

“Well then,” you ask him with an arched brow. Your voice is steady though the warmth under your skin grows. It’s a rush of blood to the head.

It never got old to see a King on his knees for you. It never got old to see him between your legs.

“Patience,” Morpheus utters, wrapping his hand around your ankle, “I wish to try something.”

You swallow. “Alright,” trusting him implicitly.

He lifts your leg, exposing your pussy to him. He rubs his cheek up your calf, his breath tickling your skin.

You left your other leg, resting your foot on the edge of your bed.

Morpheus kisses the crook of your knee: once tenderly, then again, pressing an open mouth kiss to the same spot.

You sigh, smiling placidly when he grips your thighs, ducking his head down low to suck a kiss on your inner thigh. His wild hair brushes against your skin. He nips at your skin before soothing the indents of his teeth over with his tongue.

The warmth of Morpheus’ breath so near your slit is dizzying. Teasingly close to your core, your cunt throbs with need.

You run your fingers through his hair, laying back entirely. The effort to hold yourself up wasn’t worth it, not when heat coiled deep in your belly. You wanted his mouth against your pussy already.

Shamelessly wanton, knowing how good he could make you feel, you cultch his hair and pull him where you need him.

Morpheus chuckles lowly. “Patience, I will take care of you.” He nuzzles his face against your mound.

Bucking your hips, you whine, “I need you now.” You needed him. Your cunt aches. Both hands curled in his dark locks, you wank him forward again.

You were wet where he’d littered your skin with kisses; you were wet with pooled desire.

“Careful,” he tells you quietly, the self-satisfaction evident in his voice. Morpheus loved having you splayed before him, entirely his. “Be careful what you wish for,” he says with a smug smirk. His hands hold you still against the bed.

The Dream Lord possessed an inhuman strength.

“Morpheus,” you plead, squirming on the bed.

He is unmoved.

“You’re wet,” he observes, nosing at your slit.

“More,” you try canting your hips again but his grip is unmalleable.

“Very well.”

And finally, your toes curled tight, Morpheus drags his tongue up your center.

You suck in a breath.

He slides his tongue into your folds, tasting you. Wetting his fingers in your juices, Morpheus opens you up even more, kissing your core while caressing your folds with his elegant fingers, he eats your pussy proving to be just as needy as you.

You moan his name, “Morpheus!”

Taunt, you arch off the bed when he swirls his tongue, teasing your entrance.

You wrap your legs around his neck, pulling him close, chasing the heat that only he could give you. You burned for him. Your body was a live wire, reacting to his electric touch.

The pressure-pleasure builds.

Morpheus points his tongue, sliding into your wet pussy.

“oOH.” Fuck, you pant. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your thighs bracket his head; he doesn’t complain.

Finding your clit with ease, Morpheus rubs his finger around your bundle of nerves, smearing your own juices around.

Your head is stuffed with cotton. There’s nothing. No one-

Just your pleasure, the tight coil in your core about to burn like a white hot blue giant.

“Morpheus!”

“That’s it my love,” he mummers against your core, “come for me.” Then Morpheus shifts, his tongue finding your clit and fuck-

You’re gone.

The mewls you make, filling the room with the most obscene moans. Your thighs tremble as you break apart for him. The white hot pleasure transforms, leaving you heady and boneless.

You card your fingers through his hair.

Still wacked out, riding the feverish post-orgasmic warmth, you shudder when Morpheus sucks on your clit. It’s too much too soon.

“fuck.” Every ministration runs down your spine like a jolt; his tongue on the bundle of nerves; the pull of your oversensitive clit as he sucks; his teeth grazing such an intimate part of you.

You throw your head back against the bed, unable to move. You can only continue to take the pleasure Morpheus gives you.

“Too. . .it-much,” you gasp.

You try to close your legs, squirming. It’s an impossible task with Morpheus there, between your thighs.

With a wet pop, he lets you go.

When he speaks, his voice is utterly wrecked. “Once more my love.” And he slides two fingers into your soaking cunt.

Your brain short circuits.

Morpheus curls his fingers inside you, before sucking on your clit again.

You bite down on your lip. It was stifling. Every touch a spark of electricity. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, relentlessly working you into another orgasm.

“I-” you shake your head, unable to form a coherent thought when you feel this amazing, boiled down into a pearl of need. You keen.

“Please,” the King of Dreams requests, “come for me,” as he kneels between your thighs. His grip on your leg is hard. He maneuvers your knee open, no longer clinging to him but giving him ever more access to you.

The change in angle when he strokes your velvet walls with his fingers steals your breath.

Fuck.

Your fingers twist into the bedsheets, holding on for dear life. Your body is aflame.

Morpheus overwhelms you.

His larves through your folds, encircling your clit. It’s a suffocating heat that you can’t get enough of. His touch is unlike any other. His fingers forever cool in your warm wet cunt, your skin buzzed where he gripped your leg, keeping your leg open. The inherent temperature play was delicious.

When he drags his tongue over your clit, fingers stretching your pussy, it becomes too much. Your vision implodes into white nothingness.

You tremble, letting the crashing wave of pleasure drag you under.

“oOHh,” you arch your back off the bed. You tremble as Morpheus continues to work you through your orgasm.

His fingers continue to stroke your walls as your pussy pulsates.

Morpheus leans forward, trailing kisses over your abdomen as you tremble under him.

You let the pleasure course through you, nothing more than a conduit.

He curls his body over yours, meeting your lips with a deep passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his mouth, whimpering when Morpheus pads his thumb over your clit, his fingers curling inside of you.

“aA-” Coherent thoughts are beyond you, let alone speak.

He drags your lip between his teeth.

“Sh,” he soothes against your lips, “you still need to take my cock.”

His words don’t even register.

When he stands, pulling his shirt over his head, an action so mundane it catches you off guard every time you fuck in the Waking World where he can’t pull dream tricks, your legs collapse. Thighs trembling, your legs dangle off the edge of the bed.

Through half lidded eyes, barely able to make sense of anything, you watch Morpheus undo his jeans.

Your skin remains feverishly warm.

“I can’t,” you whine, catching your breath while you watch him pump his cock with his hand.

“You will,” Morpheus states, his voice like the crackling of firewood. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. You sigh at his cool touch.

Then he slips his fingers into your mouth.

You lick your juices, swirling your tongue over his digits. You suck at his fingers lazily, staring into his clear eyes. Morpheus had such lovely eyes with thick lashes, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“You are exquisite.”

He rolls his hips against yours. You feel his hard cock against your core. You quiver. Overly sensitive, you were an exposed nerve.

Morpheus rubs his cockhead against your entrance, “Look at you,” he groans, taking his fingers from your mouth so he can hear you moan for him, as over sensitive as you are, “I could not have created a better dream.” His touch is sweet relief against your hot skin. “Will you take my cock?” He squeezes your breast.

A tremor runs down your spine.

His ministrations keep you intoxicated with your own pleasure. Even your orgasm had only been temporary relief when he kept stimulating you with a gentle passion: a velvet noose.

“Use your words my love.” Smugness laces his tone.

You whine, biting your bottom lip when his cock nudges against your entrance. It’s all you can do.

Morpheus tweaks your pebbled nipple. “Answer me,” he growls.

“Yea-,” you nod, unable to finish the thought.

It’s all he needs.

The King of Dreams sheaths himself inside you.

You moan, “oOH god,” his cock stretching your pussy deliciously. Having him inside you, his cock twitching as he leans his head back exposing the pale expanse of his neck looking like a living breathing Canova sculpture, pushes you over the brink of another orgasm. Your mind blanks.

It’s just Morpheus: in you, above you, nothing else matters.

Breathily, he notes, “I’m not a god.”

Your toes are curled, you arch further into him, mindless with pleasure. Your cunt flutters around his cock, gripping him tightly as you come.

He fucks into you, his pace hard as always. The extent of his desire for you was on full display when he took you. It wasn’t enough to just fuck you. He had to make you come undone for him; seeing you fucked stupid because of him; knowing it was his touch that left you breathless; that the sight of you nude and tears leaking from your eyes as he thrust into you was for him alone.

You gleamed with sweat, shining brighter than any jewel.

Morpheus drives his hips against yours, bending over your body.

He trails open mouthed kisses over your collarbones.

His cock fills you up, leaving you gasping.

You can’t think.

The pleasure hurts. Your pussy throbs with scorching heat as he drives into you.

Morpheus winds his fingers into your hair, yanking your head back against your bed. He licks a stripe up the column of your neck.

“Ah,” fuck, you moan. Morpheus.

You writhe under him, lost in a haze.

That’s fine with him.

“No clever words,” he utters hoarsely, fingers digging into your scalp. “Have I rendered you speechless?” The Dream Lord savors the words, taking his time on slow deep thrusts. He almost pulls out entirely before pushing in once more.

“You take my cock so well,” he whispers against the crook of your neck, nuzzling you.

Morpheus buries himself inside you, clutching you against him, his hands imprinting themselves into your sides.

He comes inside you.

Hot cum fills your cunt. His orgasmic fever is contagious; he drags you along with him.

You quiver, spent.

Your body sinks into the mattress.

You can’t move, let alone think. You're heavy and hot. Tears continue to stream from your eyes.

Morpheus soothes you, “rest my love.” An attentive lover, he slides his hand under your back and gently settles you further on the bed so your legs no longer dangle limply.

You curl into him, burying your face against his chest.

You’re still trembling.

He rubs your back, “you were so good for me,” he kisses your temple, “rest.”

Dream of the Endless leaves his responsibilities on hold to lay with you.

You give into the the exhaustion lulling you to sleep.

#morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x you #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman #dream x fem!reader #the giving dream #dream gives good head; i kno this in my heart #it wouldve been fun if i had them continue in a dream once he fucked her asleep

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yunopouts · 6 months

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scream - l. jeno

-> lee jeno x fem reader

-> frat! au, pure smut (jeno lee is one nasty mother fucker in this one y'all)

-> CW: dom! jeno, rough sex(??), choking, edging, a small... TINY (VERY TINY) bit of ass play, protected sex, handjob, overuse of the word fuck, overstim, head god jeno, fingering, spitting, squirting, slight praise, lots of crying (reader), dumbification, marking/biting, scratching, blood, nipple play, gagging, bdj (big dick jeno LMFAOO)

-> a/n: this is my apology for going on such a long break T-T, i'm telling you i didn't even realise it went on for that long. i was checking in every now and then but i feel so bad T-T anyways! I'm back :P this one doesn't have THAT much dialogue, so i hope you guys enjoy the gory details 😁 also i think this is the filthiest, most smutty, smut i've ever fucking written, and i've written a lot... trust me on this.

-> upcoming: dilf! jaehyun next week and maybe another halloween special idk. oh btw, everything has some sort of halloween aspect to it :)) psst! requests are open!!

-> word count: 4.2k!

-> also p.s: idk how to explain the way he's acting in this fic... he's like very sweet and cute when he's kissing, but he's being a bitch when he's fucking and being rough... idk, i hope you understand what I mean. but also, as rough as he maybe, he's very touchy-feely and kissy :D ANYWHO! I present to you, six pages of pure filth!

safe! master list

mature! masterlist

“When you said we’re going to a party, I didn’t know it was a frat party.” Minjeong said as the three of you walked through the door. The house reeked of weed and sweat, all the criteria for a proper frat party, except everyone is in a Halloween costume.

“Girl, where else would the party have been?” Jimin scoffed lightly. She paused in the doorway, looking down at her phone before she sighed. “Apparently Sungchan’s waiting for me in the living room, I’ll see you two later?” Both you and Minjeong nodded, wishing the girl goodbye and watched as she walked away in her cheerleader costume.

Turning to each other, you silently agreed that the first thing you needed was a drink, so you headed off to the kitchen.

“I forgot to tell you how hot you look in that outfit.” She said in your ear, loud enough for you to hear over the music, and you gave her a smile while you poured yourself a drink.

“So do you,” you whistled as you looked her up and down, the way the gross boys in movies do when they spot a hot girl.

Together, you looked like an odd pair, seeing as you were dressed up as Jennifer, from Jennifer’s Body, and Minjeong was Little Red Riding Hood. The music thumped through the air as the two of you stood in the crowded kitchen, surrounded by costumed partygoers. The laughter and chatter blended with the bass, creating a symphony of Halloween revelry. Your playful compliment still lingered in the atmosphere, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise chilly, dimly lit room. You took a sip from your drink, the alcohol burning your throat, but your attention was momentarily drawn away from the sensation by something else. From across the room, you spotted a familiar figure, the ever so iconic Ghost Face mask, in the back corner, talking to a boy dressed up as a mummy.

The menacing presence seemed to defy the festive atmosphere, and your eyes were drawn to it as if by some magnetic force. The Ghost Face mask turned slowly in your direction, and even though you couldn't see their face, you felt a shiver race down your spine. It was as though an invisible connection had formed between you and the enigmatic figure, a connection that transcended the costume and the anonymity it provided. There was something magnetic about their presence, something that sparked a potent and unspoken attraction.

For a brief, electrifying moment, your eyes met those hidden behind the Ghost Face mask. Time seemed to stand still as you locked onto each other, and a subtle, unspoken acknowledgment passed between you, like a silent agreement in the midst of the raucous party. Your heart quickened, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that charged moment.

Feeling a surge of heat and anticipation, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the enigmatic figure and turned back to Minjeong, who had been watching the silent exchange with keen interest. She met your eyes, and the shared understanding between you two was palpable. “You saw him too, didn’t you.” Minjeong said in a way that had her sounding winded. With a knowing smile and another sip of your drink, you and Minjeong silently toasted to the unspoken intrigue that had captured your attention.

As the night continued, the magnetic pull you felt towards the Ghost Face figure in the corner didn't wane. It was like an invisible thread connected the two of you, and despite the ongoing revelry, your attention kept drifting back to that mysterious presence.

Minjeong, ever perceptive, nudged you and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Why not go for it?" Encouraged by her silent urging, you decided to take the initiative. Setting down your drink, you nodded toward the Ghost Face figure, indicating your intention to approach.

Minjeong gave you an encouraging thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to navigate the sea of Halloween costumes on your own. You weaved through the dancing crowd, anticipation growing with each step.

As you approached, the mask-wearing figure seemed to sense your approach and turned slightly in your direction. They leaned against the counter with their arms crossed over their chest, waiting for you to arrive. The closer you got, the more you could feel the intensity of the connection between the two of you.

Finally standing face to face, the silence was almost deafening. The mask stared at you, unmoving, but you could sense a palpable tension beneath it. Without exchanging words, you both seemed to understand that this moment was special, a secret shared between you in the midst of chaos.

Slowly, your hand extended, and you reached for the Ghost Face mask. Your fingertips brushed against it, and you felt a rapid heartbeat beneath your touch. The mask gave the slightest nod, and you grasped it, carefully pulling it up.

Beneath the mask, a pair of intense, dark eyes met yours. You were momentarily lost in their depth, captivated by the enigmatic stranger who had held your attention all night. The corners of your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, and a spark of recognition flared in those deep, mysterious eyes.

The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you erupted in a whirlwind of excitement. It was a dance of anticipation and curiosity, an unspoken agreement that you had both been waiting for this moment. And even though the music continued to thump, and the crowd continued to revel, for that brief, electric moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a silent, thrilling connection.

You told him your name when he asked for it, and he introduced himself as ‘Jeno’.

“You wanna take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You sucked in a breath and nodded before he pulled the mask back down and took your hand in his to lead the way through the crowd.

The staircase was crowded with a few people, Minjeong included. You spotted her talking to a girl in fairy costume and when you caught her eye, she gave you a grin, wider than you’ve ever seen.

Every now and then, Jeno’s leather gloved hand would lightly squeeze yours as you climbed up the stairs. You held on a little tighter each time, but before you knew it, you were standing in front of a room with a big ‘JN’ poster hanging in the middle.

The boy opened the door for you and let you enter first before entering himself. The door clicked shut behind you as you sat down on the bed, your eyes locked on Jeno's every move. With a seductive confidence, he slowly peeled off the Ghost Face mask, revealing a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

As he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours, you sucked in a breath in response to the sensual tension that crackled between you. His gloved hands, still gripping the mask, dropped to his sides, and he advanced with a slow, deliberate purpose. The room was drowning in desire, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him.

Jeno moved in until he was standing directly in front of you. His presence was magnetic, and you found yourself unable to resist as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The touch was electrifying, and you leaned into it, your eyes closing as you savored the sensation. You reached up slowly and pulled his hands away, suddenly regretting it, but you went on with pulling the leather gloves off, exposing a set of large, veiny hands.

Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the top of his bed and watched as he concentrated on your every move with dark eyes. In a flash, Jeno had pulled off the cloak, leaving his chest exposed and him only in his jeans. It felt like you were freezing without his touch on you, but soon enough, he was in front of you, inspecting your face before his eyes ultimately landed on your lips that were stained red from makeup.

His lips rushed to meet yours in a tantalising kiss, a soft exploration that soon deepened into a passionate melding of mouths. The taste of him was intoxicating, and your tongues danced in a heated rhythm, exchanging breathless sighs and moans. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against yours, sent a rush of heat through your body. It was amazing.

His hands travelled from your face, down to your waist and they pulled you to meet his body. Jeno groaned into the kiss from all the friction caused by his chest rubbing against your sweater, making his nipples hard and sensitive.

While your arms wrap around his neck, Jeno’s hips dig into yours, creating a tent in his pants. It’s hard and uncomfortable but the pressure it’s putting on your cunt is to die for, so you grind… hard. Jeno moans your name while his hands tug at your jeans so aggressively you thought he would tear them if he continued. After blindly messing around with your pants, Jeno popped the button open and pulled down your jeans, exposing the lacy underwear you had on.

You whined as he pulled away from your lips but you shut up quicker than ever when you noticed how he was staring at your pussy. He looked hungry.

He looked like he was starving.

And starving, he was.

Jeno practically tore off your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him, before he dove into you. His tongue pressed flat against your pussy, licking a stripe up, the muscle’s warmth and making you moan softly. His nose poked at your clit as his tongue toyed with your hole. He lapped at your folds, making sure no spot was left untouched by his tongue. Jeno loved the way you tasted; you had the best pussy he’s ever eaten, he felt like he could spend all day eating you out, and he’d never get tired of it.

Jeno pulled away for a second to put his middle finger in his mouth, coating it in saliva before pressing it to your entrance. A hum escaped your lips as his thick digit slowly pulsed in and out of you as your hands worked to take off your sweater and shirt. Soon, one finger became two, and Jeno went back to eating you out. Your moans were driving him crazy; they were making it hard focus on your clit because his cock was so fucking hard. The hand he had pressed on your lower abdomen moved down to his button, undoing it and moving the zipper down far enough for him to get his dick out.

As he rubbed his cock, Jeno’s teeth grazed your clit before his lips latched on to it, sucking forcefully. With that, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start to form. As your moans quickened, the pace of Jeno’s fingers grew faster, and he sucked harder on your clit– if it were even possible. He loved the way you were tightening around his fingers, like you were trying to keep them inside you, wanting them absorb your juices.

“Fuck, Jeno…” you gasped, fingers tugging at his dark, messy hair. “God, I’m so close.”

Your eyes squeezed shut right as you were about to cum, but you never did. You felt so high, but now you dropped back down to zero, and you were empty and cold. Opening your eyes, you saw Jeno looking down at you with a smug expression. He leaned down and kissed you softly, which allowed you to taste yourself off his tongue, the somewhat sweet taste filling your mouth.

Reaching down, you felt for his cock, and began stroking when you found it. He was girthier than other guys you’ve had sex with, and he had a slight curve upwards, but my god was he long. You didn’t know if he would fit, but there was nothing you wouldn’t try.

Jeno moaned as he kissed you, the feeling of your warm hands rubbing him up and down forced him to thrust at the pace you were moving at. He pulled back from your lips to drop his head into the crook of your neck, marking and panting against the soft skin. Behind the shell of your ear, he wet a small spot with saliva before he kissed it softly, and he did the same to a few other spots. He sucked on your skin until it bruised while he moved down to the curve of your neck. Jeno’s hot tongue laid against your skin once again before he closed his teeth around it.

You jerked his cock harder as the boy continued to bite into different spots until his husky voice whispered a demand.

“Stop.” Jeno told you.

You did as you were told, but you kept your fingers trailing up and down his shaft as he kissed back up your neck, to your lips.

“Gimme two seconds.” he said against your lips with a smile. You kissed him quickly before he got up, which made him chuckle.

You watched as he got up, cock out and everything, which made you smile a bit. Jeno slid off his remaining clothes and tossed them in what presumed to be a laundry bin, and opened a drawer of his dresser, only to pull out something wrapped in a gold foil.

Oh…

Not one;

Not two;

Or three;

But six.

Jeno pulled out a strand of six condoms before he turned back to you. “Just in case.” he smiled innocently, even though he absolutely was not. He tore one from the line and ripped the top off with his teeth before he handed you the open package.

“Only six?” you asked in attempt to make a joke out of the pain you’re going to be in tomorrow.

Jeno chuckled as he shrugged while you took the condom and rolled it on to his cock. “We can use the whole pack if you want, it’s new.”

And that was that, seeing as Jeno grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth once again, grazing your own tongue and cheeks before he pulled away. A string of your mixed saliva hung like a teather from your mouth to his.

“Turn over for me, won’t you?” you nodded in a daze and turned so that your face was in the pillows. “Good girl,” he said, his cool hands grazing down your back, sliding all the way down to your ass. He spread your cheeks far enough apart to see everything, and you swore you heard evil laughter coming from somewhere.

What you thought was going to come, did not, in fact, come. Instead, you were surprised to feel a warm glob of spit fall on to your ass and how it trailed down to your pussy. Jeno leaned down and licked one long stripe, starting from your clit and ending at your ass. His tongue poked into your hole, once again, but this time he scisored in and out, the same way he used his fingers earlier. His tongue was warm and soft inside you, but that feeling didn’t last very long.

Jeno pulled his tongue out, subbing it out for his fingers, but instead, he used his tongue on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. He licked at the puckered hole, warming it up a bit as he fucked your pussy with his fingers.

“You doing okay?” he asked, but you were only able to moan out your response. His fingers fucked you faster, his thumb was ruining your clit with friction, your ass was slick with his spit. Everything was happening just as it needed to be for you to cum. “Oh fuck, Jeno, I’m gonna cum.” And this time you did. Jeno’s fingers curled inside you as they fucked you through your orgasm. Your body shook, your pussy was covered in spit and cum. Jeno’s fingers were coated in a mixture of his and your fluids, and he sucked it off like he was eating icing from a cake.

You felt hot and sticky; he hadn’t even fucked you with his cock yet and yet that was the best orgasm you’d ever fucking felt. “Jen… Jeno, I need you.”

The desparity in your voice sent Jeno spiraling and in no time, the fingers in your pussy were gone and his cock was poking at your enterance. He spit into his hand and coated his covered cock in it, even though he doubted he needed it, considering the fact that you were so wet you could drip on to his bed.

With a slow push, Jeno’s cock entered you, but refrained from moving after hearing you gasp. You knew he was going to be big, but you didn’t know he would be that big. He was a length you’d never taken before, so it took you a few minutes to adjust to his size, but soon enough you were able to build up to a medium pace.

Jeno’s hands snuck up your back to undo the clasp of your bra, exposing your breasts. Jeno firmly gripped your ass, with his thumb prodding at your assshole. You hummed with pleasure as the thick digit dipped into you slightly. With that, along with the pounding from his cock, you were basically in heaven.

“Faster,” you gasped, finally feeling only pleasure as he fucks into you.

Pulling you up by the shoulder, your bra slipped off in an instant, which let Jeno get a proper view of your tits, plump and beautiful. He watched how they jiggled with each thrust, and he grew more and more fond of them. Jeno even switched his grip on you from your shoulder to your neck. His hand gripped you around the base of your throat, just tight enough for there to be a handprint later. Meanwhile, the other snaked down to your pussy, where he drew fast circles on your clit. Jeno’s cock was deep inside your cunt, it filled you to the brim and you were loving every minute of it.

And so was he. The sound of skin slapping on skin, how your pussy fit his cock like a glove, how you moaned his name like you knew it well, how your back was practically glued to his chest. That made him go crazy; that made him fuck you even harder– a more vigurous pace that felt so good it brought you to tears.

Jeno got a hold of one of your nipples, it was hard and practically begging for it to be twisted. You moaned at the feeling and begged for more through your tears, so Jeno’s arms crossed over your stomach, his hands reaching up to play with your nipples some more. He pulled at them until they slipped from his grip, he squeezed them until you begged for mercy. When he shoved two fingers in your mouth, you gagged and yet you could still go further. Jeno pulled his fingers out and covered your tits in your spit.

It didn’t take long for his hips to pick up the pace once he that he was about to cum. Your moans grew choppier and choppier as his thrusts became more sharp.

“Shit, baby.” he groaned, his teeth biting down on your ear loab as he came. Your breaths were ragged in the moments of his orgasm, but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, even with the condom. Your body couldn’t keep up with the speed he was going at and soon enough you were shaking in his arms for a second time, cumming with him.

When Jeno pulled out, your head lolled backwards and you eyed him with a smile. Jeno kissed your temple and whispered his next words into your skin.

“On to the second condom, then?” You each laughed at his comment and Jeno wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he shook with laughter.

The boy helped you off of him before getting off the bed again to switch condoms. The exchange was quick and before you knew it, Jeno was hovering above of you once more, staring down at you like you were his prey. This predatory look formed a pit in your stomach, but the good kind.

Jeno’s eyes scanned you from head to toe.

Your body glistened with sweat, collarbones and throat covered with markings of all kinds, your nipples were puffy and wet, and your pussy was swollen and slick with juices. Everything looked delectable; you looked delectable and he was so tempted to consume it all.

The boy picked up one of your legs and propped it over his shoulder and placed his tip at your entrance. He bottomed out smoothly, and this time you seemed to be able to handle his length much better. Your head sunk into the pillows as you let out a sigh.

You watched how Jeno’s eyes closed when he felt your cunt wrap around him with his head falling back with pleasure. “Feels so good.” he groaned into the air, his jaw hanging open slightly as he continued to thrust. His head turned to the side and he brought your calf closer to his mouth, littering it with harsh bites and soft kisses.

Biting your lip, you reached your arm out, silently asking for him to come closer to you, to which he accepted. Setting your leg down, Jeno placed his arms on either side of your head, his face now just centimetres away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you wanted to keep the eye contact, so you mustered up the courage to look into his swirling orbs. In his eyes were a mix of emotions, ones that were unrecognisable to you, but you liked it. Tilting your head up slightly, you pecked his bottom lip lightly, which earned you a grin from Jeno. It grew wider when you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him in even closer to you. He hummed and kissed you back forcefully as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you sharply.

The tears that ran from your eyes down your cheeks seemed to motivate Jeno. Before, he could only hear your sobs, but seeing you cry switched something inside him. It made him want to fuck you harder, just to see you cry even harder. You looked so pretty, with your makeup all messy and tears running down your face. He loved it.

So he fucked you harder, and so you cried harder, you moaned louder, and you pawed at his back. His skin was under your nails, he could feel how they cut into him the harder he thrust. You were driving him fucking insane.

Jeno leaned his forehead on to yours as he moaned out sweet nothings. “I fucking love your pussy, fuck.” he cursed. His words made you tighten around his cock, which only made him groan louder, but it was like music to your ears. He felt like your pussy was sucking him in the way it would constrict when he fucked into you.

“Jeno, please,” you whimpered, but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Fuck, Jeno, you’re so fucking good.” you repeated your words as you whined out to him.

His words made your insides flutter, his movements made your heart race and your breaths quicker. Everything felt so good you could barely moan out words anymore.

He was fucking you dumb and silly. You were nothing but drawn out exclamations and tears. You were so sensitive, and yet you didn’t even want to tell him to stop.

It was just too good to stop.

So he kept fucking you, and he kept filling you, over, and over, and over again until you felt it. “Jen… Jeno, fuck, I’m cumming.” Suddenly, Jeno pulled out again, the same way he did earlier, but this time, he crawled between your legs again, fingering you until you came while jerking himself off. This one hit you so hard that your mind went completely blank and no words could even come out of your mouth. Jeno couldn’t even register what happened until he felt a wet substance leak on to his sheet.

He couldn’t fucking believe it.

His mouth latched on to your squirting cunt almsot immediately, drinking in your juices like it was water. Some liquid dripped down his neck as he lapped up the rest that leaked from your pussy, but he never let up. He continued to eat you out so well even after you came, you thought you were going to do it again.

As your hand raked through his dark hair, all it took was one tug at his roots for him to cum. Jeno rode his high by fucking himself into his mattress, and until he was done, he rest in between your thighs.

Slowly making his way up to you, you looked down, only to find that his dick was still hard. “You’re joking, right?”

“How about we finish that pack in a bit, hm?” he grinned, making you scoff.

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